Obe Of My Time.
Here comes the obe of my
time, he comes with
seriousness all over his face.
Here he comes with his destiny
on his both hands.
Obe of my time, all his after is
his future, he believe that not
even the pretty flower of the
earth can take his destiny
away from him not even any
amount of cowries can make
him change his mind about
his future.
Obe of my time, he never raises
his hands on the childern of the
earth which make them love him
more than any creature, he comes
out once in full moon to play with
the childern of the earth.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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